He snorted. "Well when you put it like that." And it wasn't that Tim didn't think he could do it - that hadn't really been a thought that entered his mind. It was more the idea that Tim Riggins was going to be given a badge and a gun at some distant point in the future.
"I dunno, money's not everything." Sure it had helped the Panthers at times, but Coach had proved that they didn't need money or a fancy stadium or coaches flown in from Dallas every week when he'd taken over the Lions and gotten them to State. "As long as you've got good people on your team, and you're willing to put in the effort, but maybe it's different with cheerleading than it is with football."
"Ah yeah, that's all you need to say." He knew exactly what she meant by that, he knew more than his fair share of families like that. He looked down when she told him he had a nice smile, it wasn't the first time he'd heard it - but preening and showing off for the cameras the way Smash had done, or showing off the way Becky did at her pageants had never been something Tim really did. "I'll see what I can do about that. I don't know about the hat, but I could definitely use another pair of boots." Apart from his cleats, which he hadn't worn since he'd left San Antonio State, they were about all Tim ever wore. He supposed he'd have to get a pair of track shoes too if they really were going to make him train.
"Why do I get the feeling that everyone else has no idea how it's done?" He asked quirking an eyebrow at her when she giggled at her assessment of how things would go.